town, maryland, after living in washington, d.c. back then, washington, d.c. was known as the chocolate city and the vanilla subusuburb. when i moved back to haguers town, maryland, which was my birthplace, i had gone on an errand for my grandmother. as i was walking through the store, the local shopping center for the grocery, at that time was a&p. i was walking through the store to get something for my grandmother and i remember hearing a little child saying look, daddy, there is an n-word. it won't say it -- i won't say what he said out of respect for your audience but i think everyone understands what the "n" word memeans. i was shock and hurt at the same time. when i looked at the shopping cart, it was a child that couldn't have been more than four years of age and i'm thinking how in the world does he know this? his dad was with him and his father never looked at me eye to eye. i half expected his dad to apologize or say something but he never said a word. he kept shopping as if it never happened. at that point, i learned first hand that racism is something taught. it's instilled.